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Thursday, March 28, 2019

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

The Lake


The Lake

The lake provides a peace I don't often find.
I fall into its rhythm without a thought.
The movement relaxes me and clears my mind.
It frees me from all of the worries I brought.
I watch the waves and the way they are aligned.
They roll in and bring me the answers I sought.

This poetic form is strambotto.


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Thursday, March 21, 2019

Spring Promises


Spring Promises

The return of leaves
that rustle in the wind.
Baby birds that will become
singers in Mother Nature's choir.
Flowers that add colors to the land-
scape and fragrances to the air.
Growth all around.

Guess what the prompt was for this one.

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Tuesday, March 19, 2019

Thursday, March 14, 2019

Tuesday, March 12, 2019

A Meaningful Prize


A Meaningful Prize

I see me
surrounded by faithful friends
who allow me to feel free.

I standstill
while the branches swish and sway.
Watch until I have my fill.

The clear cold
water washes my worries
out and I slip their choke hold.

Peace of mind
is mine, a meaningful prize.
One I am grateful to find.

This poem is written in an Irish form--treochair.

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Thursday, March 7, 2019

Between Then and Now




Between Then and Now

I wish there were
a border between
then and now.
A guard would
stop me and ask
for my passport.
"Where are you going?"
"Back then."
He would look at
all the stamps.
"You've been there often."
 I would nod.
"Not today,"
he would say as
he held out my ID.
I would stare at him
as I took it back,
lower my eyes, and
then, turn away.


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